The Middle of In Between
©1994 Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
I am stuck
in the middle
of in between.
My eyes are not blue
but they’re not really green.
I am stuck
in the middle
of in between.
My eyes are not blue
but they’re not really green.
Sloppy Joes are really sick.
Maybe they’re cheap.
I guess they’re quick.
But tell me, do you really think
adults would eat these
once a week,
Sometimes when no one else can play
I make up silly rhymes to say,
like pink ink stinks and bugs hug rugs
and thugs lug buggy rugs away.
Have you ever gone spinning round and round
till the ceiling looks just like the ground
and the ground looks kinda like the walls
and you’re caught in a whirlwind where everything falls
My eyes are all red, and
my nose is all runny.
The words that I say
sound a little bit funny.
I’m dotting every i, and
I am crossing every t.
I’m putting letters down, and
I erase them frequently.
One time the wind was very strong.
It blew and blew like crazy.
So I just let myself go limp,
like when I’m feeling lazy.
Take pity on the noble weed,
it grows against all odds.
It prospers in harsh climates.
It thrives on rocky sods.